Hurt
English class went fast, I'm totally spacing out the whole time. I could feel that Mi young was kept glancing at me but I just ignored her. I don't dare to look at her or she will see how weak I am. Mr. Young had collected our book reports then he left us, students were excited to get out of the room as they race at the door. Tch. Childish they were. I grasped my things on my desk and put it all in bag. "Is there a problem Taetae?" Stephanie asked and I shook my head. "Tae... Are you... Mad?" Mi young timidly asked. I didn't answer her but I'm not mad, I'm hurt. "Is this because of what I said in the locker room?" Mi young added, she could feel it. I slung my bag on my shoulder and ready to leave but Stephanie spoke. "Taetae, sorry about this but I think you two should talk. If you
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